Realistic or Modern 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝟭𝟬𝟭: 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 - 𝗰𝘀

[Stardust Galaxy]

love 101

applications

application info.

basics
full name
age
gender
sexualiy
p.o.b
d.o.b
degree
role

visage
height
weight
hair color
eye color
body Type
body Modifications
faceclaim (realistic)

persona
personality
vices
virtues
likes
dislikes

backstory
history
family (opt)

extra
mbti (opt)
love language (opt)

roles.

ludus

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A walking ray of sunshine. In terms of romance, well, she just loves love and the wonders that romantic acts can make you feel, despite having never been in a relationship before and boasting zero-to-no experience with the feeling of true love. It’s likely the main reason she finds herself always falling in “love” whenever any guy treats her kindly. Even if they were just being polite.

agape

open

Always compliant and doing her best to meet everyone else's expectations, she often forgets to consider putting her own feelings or desires first. A hopeless romantic that desperately wants to be loved, no matter what, and always the one who gives more love than she actually receives in all of her relationships thus far. She still holds lingering feelings towards her ex-boyfriend, despite it being pretty obvious that he’s already moved on.

philautia

taken

Ambitious like no other, she is always keeping herself busy trying to achieve her goals, pushing forward stubbornly no matter what obstacles are in front of her. Dating is just a distraction from her future, she has no time for it, or so she says to everyone around her; In reality, she has sworn to herself not to date ever again after a terrible breakup that left her heartbroken. Keeping her mind busy allows her to avoid feeling jealous of other happy couples.

philia

open

With a friendly demeanor, that beckons people to approach and befriend him, is not strange that this senior is popular along the student body, as he’s usually seen surrounded by many others and never alone. In reality, however, few truly know much about his love life despite the multiple confessions he has received. But according to a few, his heart belongs to someone already, a long-time crush; and rumor has it that she might make her return after graduation.

pragma

open

No, really, his true love is out there! It's just taking some time to find them, despite his frequent visits to the friendzone or the few relationships he has been in ending with his favourite shirt ruined by his ex-girlfriend’s drink. Despite that, he continues with his endless pursuit of love, though maybe it would be good if he stopped to consider the reasons for all of his failed relationships

eros

open

A flirt through-and-through, who enjoys having fun with relationships that don't require a formal label. It is no secret that commitment doesn't exist in his vocabulary, or at least one involving the long term-- When the other party develops feelings, he's done with it. That hasn't proven an obstacle, though, as he tends to accept any confession that comes his way.

extra information.

this roleplay is application based so after the deadline I'll make the decision of which characters are going to be accepted

the deadline is on the 22nd

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Uxie]

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이소원

playfully, ludus

full name

lee so-won

nickname.s

wonnie, cutefox33

age

twenty

gender

cis female

d.o.b.

14 october

p.o.b.

yongin, south korea

degree

physics

year

second

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  but at the end, it's like all i chase are butterflies; do i love you? or do i just love being in love?

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  dark brown

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  dark waves that extend just slightly past her shoulders— most often seen in an updo of some sort, be it a ponytail or short pigtails. she'd wanted to cut it shorter, but ended up chickening out.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  so-won boasts a slight frame that lacks grace; she's always hovered just above the underweight line, and though she isn't exactly skin-and-bones, she's far from shapely, sadly. a certified mess of flailing arms in most sorts of physical activities.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  body mods.

  
  

  pierced earlobes, lasik

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  choi ye-won (arin)

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  lee so-won is made of vivid dreams, bright smiles and explosive laughter; known most for her sunny disposition, she's an optimistic soul who seems both unabashedly bright but timid as a shadow. the kind who thinks herself bad in social situations yet always ends up being the one to speak first and speak the most. she's an open book, her near-every emotion printed readily across her features. surprisingly outspoken and firm when necessary, so-won isn't the type to keep her thoughts to herself, though she often comes to ruminate over the interaction after. at her core, she's a very nice girl, albeit a little forgetful and a little more insecure than she lets on.
  
  yet, it's difficult to talk about so-won without mentioning her love life— non-existent, in that it exists solely in her head. the textbook of a hopeless romantic but tempered with a dash of insecurity disguised as self-awareness. so-won seems to have come to believe her crushes will stay as crushes, having become content with simply imagining a future together rather than trying to pursue one (or be pursued, in another world). it may be fun to jump to silly conclusions and build silly fantasies about those tiny interactions, but entertaining actual advances serves instead to put her under pressure, and so-won has never done well under pressure. perhaps it's thus her infatuation never develops into anything close to love, and her affections are as fickle as can be.
  
  all that said, she's yet to really have her feelings ever obviously reciprocated. perhaps it's her own determination to believe so, but she's still very endeared by the idea that there is someone out there just for her.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  cheerful, optimistic, romantic, imaginative, sociable

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  scatter-brained, diffident, wishful, uncertain, impulsive

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  romance, flowers, music, academic rivals, one of them is famous, desserts, warm bread, snow, fruit wine, lavender scent, online shopping, late-night ramyeon, naps, stickers, spicy food
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  amnesia, sports, driving, obsessive leads, coffee, hospitals, hard liquor, writing essays, big dogs (she's scared), hot days, gummy bears, waking up early, wearing a watch
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  the gift of a shooting star

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  the story of her birth is a beautiful one; under a speckled night sky dashed with a lone, brilliant streak of light, a young father sat with his pregnant wife, hands clasped tight as if it might make his plea more heard by the star passing overhead. he asked for two things: for his wife to deliver safely, and for a daughter, because he had wanted a girl since he'd proposed to his wife and he was so tired of having sons.
  
  and so, six months later on a warm autumn's night, the youngest and only daughter of the family was born. her birth was blessed not only in that her mother had suffered two miscarriages before her, but also that it had been remarkably easy.
  
  the young father cried tears of joy, and he thanked the stars once more as he cradled his daughter gently. it had been on his mind for six months, but the decision made itself the moment her small fingers had grabbed his— her name would be so-won, because she had been wished for upon a shooting star.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  the tale of jung-in

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  so-won grew up with as much love as a little girl could receive. her mother, though busy, always made sure to give her a kiss goodnight, and her father read her a lovely bedtime story every night; tales of princesses and princes, of a love so beautiful, so destined a happy ending was inevitable. to little so-won, of course, her father and her mother were a prince and princess. their gazes held as much devotion as she imagined those fairytale fantasies would contain if they were written in a little more detail.
  
  and when your parents are a living example of a fairytale romance, wouldn't you want one too?
  
  despite being the most doted on by her parents, though, so-won's most dominant memories of growing-up were her struggles being a girl with three older brothers. they didn't bully her, or anything of the sort, besides tormenting her as childish boys tend to do. she never got to be a princess when they played pretend, always a tree or a rock of some sort (because she was apparently too boring and ugly to be royalty, though her father always told them off for that) and occasionally the dragon slain by her valiant knight brothers. so-won would whine at the start, but always came to embrace the role— was there a need to save the princess if there was no dragon or tower of thorns or evil stepmother to overcome?
  
  but one day, for sure, she'd get to be the princess. for sure.
  
  during her first week of elementary school, she met him— the cutest boy in her grade (certainly, at least to her!), and certainly the nicest, because he was the one who helped her up when one of those other stupid boys had pushed her over. his name was park jung-in and she'd written his name in her notebook, dotted with hearts and hurriedly erased when a teacher walked by. ah, her first love— her prince!
  
  but who, then, was the evil dragon? kim jung-in; rough, obnoxious, and whose only similarity with the other was a name and a name alone. and it was the few times park jung-in had stepped in to tell kim jung-in off that had her thinking it really was it. it was really, really, finally her turn.
  
  well, it wasn't. park jung-in did not slay the dragon, nor did he ever propose to her on a white horse. so-won pined after him for a year, drawing pictures of their beloved future together and hummed her sweet little disney love songs; waiting for a pivotal moment that never came, obviously, because elementary school kids were fickle, and she had barely spoken to him the entire time (in her defence, they didn't have to do anything in the fairytales). by the time she was finishing her second year, she wasn't sure they could even be called friends.
  
  and through all this, still, still, kim jung-in was dead-set on making her miserable! it didn't work, but boy, was it annoying.
  
  dear, did you know boys at your age are especially mean to you when they like you?
  
  oh, like how hyun-jin always says the girl next door looks like a dog, but he tries to see her as often as he can...
  
  shut up!
  
  she laid in bed with her eyes open that night, and then she stared at him the next morning; noticed the dusting of pink on his ears when she stared too long before he called her another name and scampered off. so maybe it would be princess and the frog. it wasn't the most ideal, but love required a bit of sacrifice, and so she went home and drew pictures of their—
  
  kim jung-in ended up giving another girl chocolates for white day. truthfully, she wasn't heartbroken or anything, because it's a little difficult to be heartbroken when you're that little and settling for a distinctly frog-featured boy for the object of your fickle affections. love is still love, it just wasn't quite her turn yet!
  
  but thinking back on it, it really makes her want to swear.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  and so it goes...

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  middle school; kang dae-hyun, who was honestly hopeless from the beginning, because they didn't even share a class, and jo yun-jin, who ended up dropping out to become an idol, or something, and never messaged her again.
  
  high school; a park, a yang, and a jeong, and she was maybe a little close for the last, but maybe not at all, because she'd overheard him talking about his ideal type once and it was everything she wasn't.
  
  yet, with her string of failed attempts at love, there was not a single real heartbreak. maybe because half of the boys she liked she never stood a chance with, or maybe because she was never very good at flirting or anything of the sort. in the mean time, though, so-won drowned herself in the world of romantic media— an avid connoisseur of all things love-related, from the sweetest books to the cutest webtoons. drawing pictures became writing short stories of the silliest tropes and acting out the most cliche scenes one could think up, and her consumption of romance only made her crave it more.
  
  and it was dae-hyun who appeared at the classroom door, an umbrella in hand and a smile you could die for...
  
  call it an upgrade from the fairytales, if you will.
  
  at this point, though, so-won thinks she's out-grown all those childish fantasies. don't get her wrong— love is still love, and she'll wait a damn eternity for it if that's what it takes! and she's certainly still falling in love, albeit so quickly and briefly these days that it's almost becoming habitual...
  
  (was it won-woo last week?)
  
  but one day, for sure, it's gonna be her turn. for sure.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  love language

  
  

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  fun facts

  
  

  ❀ talks more when she's nervous
  ❀ a surprisingly good cook & baker
  ❀ has written fanfiction once upon a time, do not speak of it!
  ❀ some of it is still in an old notebook in her room tho
  ❀ watched her best friend get bit by a dog when she was younger
  ❀ doesn't swear bc using silly alternatives is more fun
  ❀ always threatens to swear when she gets really upset. never does it
  ❀ pool/billiards menace
  ❀ appeared once or twice on a children's show with her brother, but got booted off together because he was too noisy
  ❀ does her very, very best to not forget your birthday
  ❀ but not fantastic at gift-giving, unfortunately. makes a mean cake tho

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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[Stardust Galaxy]

seo min-jee

philautia

twenty-two

female

heterosexual

june 12th

seoul, SK

graphic design

height

5'3"/163 cm

weight

119lbs/54 kg

hair

dark brown

eyes

dark brown

body type

mesomorph

body modifications

ears pierced & flower tattoo

faceclaim

choi yoon-ah

Do you feel the same right now?

personality

Min-Jee navigates through life as if it was a chessboard. Making sure that every decision she takes becomes beneficial to her for a better future outcome. A logical person who is always letting her head take the reins of her life rather than her heart; believing that is easier to live that way instead of admitting that she revolves her life around that mindset in a way to shield herself from getting hurt. But she is too prideful to admit how things really make her feel.

But despite her uninterested and stubborn personality, she is someone that cares about others in her unique way of showing love and appreciation; which involves her not sugarcoating her thoughts and words. So if you were expecting sweet words of comfort, then she is not the person to go to; but the person who would do anything to see the person who hurt her loved ones receives a piece of her mind.

A reserved and serious soul who spends way too much time trying to improve herself and is curious about everything that catches her attention to keep her mind busy on trying to cope with her past breakup.

virtues

rational

independent

determined

curious

vices

arrogant

emotionally distant

overly critical

judgemental

likes

drawing

art museums

scented candles

cats

sanrio

iced tea

starry nights

soju

tulips

Tteokbokki

dislikes

romance

happy couples

beer

rainy days

rollercoasters

horror movies

coffee

being late

backstory

Min-Jee was born as the middle child in the Seo family, one where her parents, most of the time, were always busy but still gave their 3 daughters the love and attention that a child needed while growing up. As a child, Min-Jee never really worried about her parents not being able to provide for her or her sisters. As being the daughter of the chief editor of a fashion magazine and a recognized architect had some advantages; it was a stretch to say she was born with a golden spoon in her mouth; but probably a silver spoon was more than adequate for her life.

While growing up, Min-Jee was always known to be the one that always knew what she wanted, even if it was difficult to achieve it; and the one that was always the mediator between the bickering between her older and younger sister was mostly what shaped Min-Jee’s life while growing up. That was until Cho Young-Jae came into her life. She still remembered vividly that March of her first year when he first introduce himself with that charming smile that could even make the cherry blossoms bloom.

The girl that always knew what to do next took a leap of faith by falling in love with him; and for the first time, letting her heart take control over her life didn’t feel as overwhelmed as she once thought it would be. A love that grew fondly where both were happy wouldn’t be able to end in the blink of an eye.

Maybe if she hadn’t been too stubborn about wanting to celebrate his birthday despite that she was on a trip with her family; one that she cut short with the excuse that she needed to finish a school project. Then she could have continued living with the blindfold in her eyes. But was it better to live that way when everything she cherished was a lie?

Perhaps she should have called instead of deciding to surprise him with his favorite cake and food. Then he could have had time to tell the girl he was cheating with to leave his place before Min-Jee arrived, but she didn’t. Instead, she was received by the scene of clothes thrown over the floor and giggles and fake promises she was told to. She was sure she heard her heartbreaking and was sure Young-Jae heard it too. When he took notice of her presence, the girl rush hurriedly, leaving the couple alone.

Min-Jee can’t remember everything that happened next, only her getting angry at him and blaming him for her wasting 3 years of her life with him as she cried. She had a vague memory of her cursing at him and throwing the cake, while he called her a crazy bitch for doing that. What a waste of food that was, but she was never fond of that flavor, so she didn’t feel that bad.

The only thing she remembers vividly were the words of Young-Jae. “Our relationship was over a long time ago. It wasn’t my fault you didn’t take notice before. And besides, you are always busy and I got bored.”

And at that moment Min-Jee realized how fucked up love was. Swearing to never fall in love again.

love language

words of affirmation

MBTI

INTJ-A

fun facts

plays the piano since she was 6 years old

proud mother of a ragdoll cat named noodle

she fill in as the model of a photoshoot her mother was in charge when she was a child. we don't talk about that

uses glasses but you will never see her wearing them

loves to knit but she doesn't want anyone to know

Heize - We don't talk together (Feat. Giriboy)

coded by Stardust Galaxy

 

[Pepsionne]

nara.

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  Philia

  
  
  

  
  

  Literature

  
  
  

  
  

  July 28th

  
  
  

  
  

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  Busan, SK

  
  
  

  
  

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  height

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  5’11”

  167 lbs

  
  
  

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  star sign

  
  

  N/A

  Leo

  
  
  

  hair

  
  dark, wavy brown hair that is usually a fluffy, tousled mess. He’ll brush through it to make sure it doesn’t look like he just rolled out of bed, but that’s the furthest extent he’ll go. He’s ventured out and dyed a strip of it blonde at the prodding of his best friend to get matching hair, but hasn’t taken interest in dyeing it since.
  
  

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  A deep, inky brown that often blends with his pupils. Nara has larger than average pupils as well, making his stare have quite a pull to it.
  
  

  body type

  
  Ectomorph. Nara has a very lean frame. He’s slender but not lanky, with not much muscle mass to him.
  
  

  body mods

  
  A cartilage piercing in his left ear that he keeps a small black hoop in. He got it to match his friend before moving away for college.
  
  

  body style

  
  He wears casual, solid colored clothing that isn't very flashy or bold. His clothing type can be described mostly as academic.
  
  

  face claim

  
  Syuichiro Naito
  

  
  
  
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  introvert

  observant

  
  

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  15%

  
  
  

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  Nara is first and foremost a people pleaser. Putting others’ needs before his own has been second nature to him, a habit formed since birth and one he has been unable to shake since. He is amiable and friendly, someone who can hold a comfortable conversation for hours without any awkward silences. He has always been a popular addition to many large friend groups and can nearly always be found surrounded by people. Nara is perceptive at picking up the feelings of others and often speaks up for those he feels have been ignored or spoken over in a group. He rarely has an opinion that conflicts with the majority consensus; this is always intentional on his end, he struggles to form opinions on his own. With such a friendly disposition, it is a given that Nara gets along very well with women. He’s not a player by any means, but his cheerful demeanor and selfless kindness has netted him quite a few confessions in his school career, although he typically rejects them as kindly as possible.
  
  Despite Nara’s extroverted personality and large list of friends, very few people who know him can really say they know anything about him. What others see in Nara is a collage of whatever hobbies or interests are most popular at the time, safe options that ensure he’ll fit in with the majority and be relatable. Growing up, Nara struggled with the insecurity of being half Japanese and feared being outcast by others because of his origins. He made conscious efforts to like what he heard the majority of his friends liked, a habit that managed to separate him from his true feelings or opinions. Similar to how he struggles to form his own opinions, Nara struggles to register and process his own feelings. He feels a disconnect with how he truly feels about things, and never really knows what he wants until it is too late. He is terrified of the idea that without others to rely on, he has no real personality.
  
  

  
  

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  positive traits

  
  Positive, Supportive, friendly, amiable, agreeable, understanding, compassionate
  
  

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  Insecure, push over, easily influenced
  
  
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  Nara is half Korean, half Japanese. He was born and raised in a quieter countryside town located on the outskirts of Busan, South Korea, the only child of his two parents. His mother, a Japanese linguist academic, took up a job offer in Busan at a local University to teach Japanese and English. She met Nara’s father during her first year at the job, as he was the University’s librarian. The two fell in love during her long hours spent researching and working in the library. After several years of young love, they moved away from the busier city to form a family unit, with the addition of Nara following not long after they settled into their new home.
  
  The town Nara grew up in was a relatively close knit community, with neighbors well aware of what went on in eachothers lives and offering support when needed. As his parents’ both had commutes that continually took them into the city, Nara found himself at his parents' close friends/neighbors, the Yuns, a couple who lived above their convenience store. While Nara’s parents continued their blossoming careers, Nara spent his childhood days growing up alongside the neighbors’ only daughter, who was to become his best friend, Yun, Ari. The two spent their days outside of school wreaking havoc in the convenience store or running around the neighborhood, playing imaginary games or pestering well known neighbors for snacks.
  
  As Nara and Ari grew older, their personalities began to shift and grow apart from each other, despite the two remaining close. Nara’s bubbly demeanor landed him into large friend groups while Ari’s quiet presence and isolated mentality left her drifting on the outskirts of their school class. By the time the two reached high school, their school lives existed entirely apart. Nara would hang around the well liked groups who chatted amiably and ran the school, while Ari maintained her distance from the ruthless contest of high school popularity. Her life existed outside of school hours, talking to older ‘delinquents’ or college students from nearby Busan. She would spend her nights and weekends with this older friend group from the city, using Nara’s help to set up excuses for her parents or serve as an alibi when caught in a lie. Despite this growing gap in their lifestyles, Nara and Ari were closer than ever, each half making an effort to carve out time for the other when given a break from their other responsibilities. They would hang around the convenience store before or after school, chatting about their separate lifestyles and offering advice.
  
  Ari frequently fell in and out of relationships with the growing group of friends she met in Busan, but Nara remained single, despite the numerous confessions he received throughout his high school years. In his Junior year, Nara tried dating a girl that Ari insisted she set him up with, but the relationship was short-lived. He never offered an explanation as to the failure of that relationship or to his avoidance of dating as a whole, blind to the feelings he had toward Ari which had long since outgrown the bounds of friendship. These feelings didn’t become clear to him until much later, when the first event occurred that would separate the two for the first time in their lives. Ari was set to study painting in her university of choice, one that was conveniently located to where Nara was accepted to study Literature. The two were equally excited to venture into adulthood together, but tragedy ripped the dream from their hands before they could even begin to fathom it. Ari’s father fell ill with a severe illness before the two graduated, drowning her mother in medical responsibilities and bills. They could no longer afford her education nor spare to lose the help that she would provide at the store. Ari knew that Nara would refuse to go to University without her if she told him of her situation, so she hid the news from him in the months leading up to the start of the new semester. Nara still remembers the shock of the phone call he received, standing in his small freshman dorm room, when Ari broke the news to him. He also remembers the bolt of clarity that hit him when he realized he was in love with her. Since that moment, Nara has slowly learned to live a life apart from Ari, continuing his popular friendliness with the groups in his University classes. Although he has grown used to her distance, his feelings have not faded from what they were.
  
  
  
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  Being outcast, standing out, heights
  
  

  likes/dislikes

  
  + sweet foods, boba, classic literature, libaries, the ocean, summer, afternoon, hanging out with friends
  
  - hurting peoples' feelings, horror/gore in films or novels, bitter foods, insects, rainy days or thunderstorms, snow
  
  

  © weldherwings.
  

 

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  jeon in-su - "susu"

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  twenty-one

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  cis male

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  dongdaemun-gu, seoul, korea

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  august 13

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  actuarial science & international business (mandarin minor)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  physical touch, quality time

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  6' 1"

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  172 lbs

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  black

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  dark brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  mon amour, you know you free my soul. you ride my wave, i control. you guide the way like you're told. mon amour, i know i free your soul. i ride your wave, you control. i guide the way like i'm told. je t'aime, mon amour. i've been up wildin'. your love is so violent. you givin' me solace. je t'aime, mon amour, puttin' the miles in. few hunnin' and i'm drivin'. you make me wanna dive in.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  in-su tries to stay on top of the latest trends to appease the fashionista in the friend group and build an aesthetically pleasing instagram feed, but usually ends up sticking to whatever looks flattering on his tall build, such as streetwear, baggy sweaters, business casual fits, and athleisure. he also has accumulated numerous silver piercings along both of his ears, including his tragus, helix, conch, and one industrial. as for tattoos, in-su has most of his left sleeve completed, as well as various smaller tattoos that spatter his body. some of them hold meaning, such as the dragon on his spine, the snake on his left ring finger, or the lyrics inscribed on his ribs reading: "i'll bow for your king when he shows himself", but many of them hold no such significance. for example, he has two comical balloon tattoos next to each other on his right hip, one with a gun and another with a party hat. the snake on his left leg simply looked badass. and, well, he doesn't really have an explation for the skateboarding skeletons on each ankle.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
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    put simply, in-su is a riot in the true essence of the word. the carefree man is never short of energy for a spontaneous outing or get-together and won't back down from an adventure no matter the risk involved (yes, he is entirely aware of the irony considering his major). the promiscuous fourth-year's contact list remains stacked with plenty of connections across the city for all sorts of fun that he may seek, whether the law permits it or not. judge as one may, however, in-su knows better than most his age how to balance his priorities to get the most out of his university experience. in a stem major that requires a great deal of studying mathematics, his day-to-day motto (if he believed in the concept of motivational speech) would be "work hard, play harder" and he has never failed to stick by this mantra since graduating from high school. being young isn't about balance at all to him in this regard, but rather proportion, unwilling to compromise either of the aforementioned routines. in-su is a straight-A student who only cheats on his exams every now and then and works as a bartender at a local nightclub when he has time, keeping life free from the stress of passing classes and managing finances so he can enjoy his nights out to the fullest.
    

    
    
    
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    on a more personal level, in-su is an easygoing, nonjudgmental lover of love. never one to ridicule people on the way they choose to live their lives if they are not hurting anyone, he will always fight for anyone's right to be who they want to be. his humor is rather dry and sarcastic but never malicious, accepting those who don't aim to restrict his whims with arms wide open, if not a bit arrogant at times. he aims to be a supportive friend to those who have faith in him and stand by him on his journey, as well as someone who uplifts the people around him rather than tear them down for his own reputation. in-su's pursuit of fun does not discriminate; the more the merrier, especially if that means more beautiful people he can get acquainted with. intimately familiar with the dating scene on campus, in-su finds the chase thrilling and being chased flattering, and as such, he is accustomed to having a beauty on his arm at every function and messages lighting up his phone during the wee hours of the night.
    

    
    
    
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    on a more depressing note, in-su is closed-off and non-introspective, quite awful at expressing his genuine emotions as they apply to his own demons. this flaw has nothing to do with the "men shouldn't cry" propaganda that the rest of the world is prescribed to, but rather the fact that his feelings seldom translate well into words. he will always opt to pile on the inappropriate humor miles deep before letting anyone in, hoping that making them uncomfortable will ward them away from prying into the aching husk of a man that resides beneath the extroverted character he dons. on top of this, in-su is not great at handling confrontation; verbally, he can put anyone in their place, but anything beyond that has him at a loss. in-su does not believe in violence as a means for conflict resolution, not even even considering it a last resort knowing it only escalates situations that he'd rather not get involved in. in light of these traits paired with his rocky perception of relationships growing up, in-su is undoubtedly awful at falling in love despite excelling at romance. while he has slept with more of the campus' beauties than he can count and does not mind a fling here and there, he cannot hold a long term relationship to save his life, especially if they do not agree to an open dynamic. he lives too freely for most monogamous partners to feel secure in him, even though he knows he has never cheated and never will.
    

    
    
    

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  all genres of music, dancing, drinking, mathematics, flirting, meeting new people, most animals, fine dining, baking, cooking, basketball, working out, lazy morning sex, bartending, politics, attention, arguing for the fun of it, travelling, spontaneous late night adventures, stargazing, making people laugh and smile, lilies.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  bugs that sting other than bees, violence, edgelords, authority figures, stubbornness, being told what to do, people who can't take criticism, white fish meat, tomatoes, commitment, gossip, relationship labels, social media (despite having a sizable instagram following), self-proclaimed alpha males, roses.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
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  despite being born in seoul, in-su was raised in the suburbs of birmingham, england, to jaded parents that did not spend much time at home outside of their jobs and an aloof sister that cared more about her hypebeast friend group than her chatty little brother. he lived in such a household until the age of 12, when the entire family returned to korea to take care of in-su's paternal grandmother in busan. his older sister moved away for university soon after, and with both parents working outside of the city most days of the week, a rowdy young in-su had plenty of free time on his hands for whatever his lonely heart desired.
  
  throughout his formative school years, he got along well with his peers and excelled in his studies purely out of a love for math, actively trying his best to include everyone in the banter and host study sessions at his desolate family home. where he had previously only bore witness to his sister dabbling in risky activities back in the uk, he took on such shenanigans himself with the new friends he'd made in the city by the time he reached middle school and could take public transit alone. when it came to breaking curfews and smuggling out booze that his parents had carelessly stored in the open, he became the go-to enabler for his classmates' rebelliousness and shamelessly bore the role of the life of the party. despite being popular for such antics and generally well-liked by his peers, in-su was often judged by the more straight-laced crowd due to his recreational activities; not that he cared, really, but he certainly wouldn't admit it if he did.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  between living under the same roof as his constantly arguing parents' failing marriage and a standoffish sister who only dated bottom-of-the-barrel abusive men, in-su slowly but surely became disillusioned with the picturesque ideal of monogamy portrayed in dramas and literature.
  
  he became a master of evading authority upon graduating from grade school, never once getting caught for his endless breaches of the law, and while everyone around him had an inkling that he was up to no good, no one was ever able to track him down to prove it. he wasn't at risk of hurting anyone other than himself, after all. the closest he'd gotten to facing the cuffs was when he chose to vandalize the side of a police station after a drunken night out, drawing every possible type of male genitalia his hazy mind could dream of on the rusty aircon. this incident had nearly cost him a full-ride scholarship to that very same university he now attended, but luckily, he was never charged and learned to cover his tracks more carefully from then on.
  
  in-su ended up throwing himself into the world of actuarial sciences and international business in university with a cheeky minor in mandarin, since he had always excelled at mathematics and wanted to eventually work in something data-related and people-oriented— that is, once he found it in him to tame the raging inferno of energy within himself and confront the fear of commitment he buried deep in his passionate heart.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
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  best friend

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  jun-yeong is in-su's partner in-crime, plug, and roommate since their first year, a computer science and engineering student who makes sure he gets the stats notes he slept through for their homework so they can hit the town together without any responsibilities. jun-yeong has a bit more of a temper than in-su but less frivolity in other aspects; they balance each other out and hold each other accountable, at least in the areas they're qualified to. jun-yeong is no less of a player on campus, and thus they are known as quite the heartbreaking duo.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  friend with benefits

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  na-rae became part of in-su's core friend group in his second year, meeting him through jun-yeong at a house party and proceeding to warm his bed many nights of the week. they dated for a month before calling it quits, determining that they were best remaining as friends without putting a label on their intimacy. na-rae knows even more people than in-su and acts as their source of intel on the nightlife scene; whether it's a rooftop rave or an underground smoke session, na-rae knows where it's at.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  mon amour, you know you free my soul. you ride my wave, i control. you guide the way like you're told. mon amour, i know i free your soul. i ride your wave, you control. i guide the way like i'm told. je t'aime, mon amour. i've been up wildin'. your love is so violent. you givin' me solace. je t'aime, mon amour, puttin' the miles in. few hunnin' and i'm drivin'. you make me wanna dive in.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

nine lives

 

[.V1LLAINISM._]

♡coded by uxie♡

S. Yoon-Ah

The Agape

Twenty

Female

Bisexual

Feb 20th

Incheon, SK

EVS.

height

5”7

weight

127 lbs

hair

Brown with some strands dyed

eyes

Dark brown

body type

Ectomorph

body modifications

Ear piercings & hair dye

faceclaim

Yoon Seo-Ah

Please, love me just this once

personality

From a distance, Shin Yoon-ah is all business. Quietly tucked away into dark corners and dim shadows, one might even compare her to a ghost. An aimless spirit who remains in a dreamy, hopeful purgatory while others continue with their lives. Often seen alone, either through her own cowardice or by the hands of others who, seem to take advantage of her willingness to do anything for approval, it’s safe to say that Yoon-ah’s circle is quite small. And by circle, I mean just Yoon-ah. A people-pleaser by default, there remains a very blurred line between sympathy and self-sacrifice for Ms. Shin, who, merely wants to keep everyone happy at all costs from the fear of conflict. It’s something that she’s always done and likely -at the rate she’s going- will always do, carrying the burden of everyone’s emotions as she does her book bag. A weight that’s been apart of her for so long that she hardly ever notices anymore. In the end, it is Yoon-ah’s unbound kindness which deters her most, making her just as shy as she is anxious. Such that, she rarely ever utters a thought that could be deemed “provocative” and absolutely refuses to pick a side that may offend one or the other (well aloud anyways), she would cheer for all the school teams if she could. But she can’t. She learned that the hard way. Needless to say, she may or may not have been disinvited from most games until graduation.

Despite all of this, Yoon-ah is warm in a way that is rarely ever encountered. An angel when you most need it, she has a habit of making even the most undeserving of people feel seen, feel heard. Because she too has felt unseen and unheard, she too walks with a halo crowning her head and she too has large wings folding beneath her arms; always ready to extend a hand, always prepared to give more than what she takes. An angel when you need it yes, but an absolute pest when you don’t. Exceptionally desperate and exceptionally clingy, Yoon-ah believes in treating others the way she’d like to be treated: with all the TLC there is to offer. Yet so rarely does she come across someone who shares the same sentiment that when she does, she just can’t seem to let go. After all being a pet is no easy job, it’s merely a role in which you take all the responsibility but rarely have a voice. Therefore, anyone that so much as listens to Yoon-ah for who she is or even cares to learn her name… Well, that’s all she’s ever wanted no?

But no one wants her. No one notices the small frowns, the small sighs nor the small sacrifices. No one thinks about her own plans, if she’d also wanted to go to that party or swing by that club. No one cares. Most of her peers take her for granted, thinking that no matter how much she carries that she can and she will carry more- and more- until she herself, is no more. And though this willing selflessness is mainly her fault, Yoon-ah is happy only in theory. Naively believing that one day, she will get the recognition, the admiration and the love she deserves. That she too, with a little (a lot of) delayed gratification, will eventually be able to go to that bar, to sing that song and to dance that dance so long as others are content first. As for herself, well, Shin Yoon-ah has met happiness only once- twice; Once when she was a little girl and only very recently, as a young woman. Each time it was because she loved someone and someone had somehow loved her back. And ever since she’s been clinging onto those faded memories, chasing after the feeling as if it were a train fleeing from its station. Always teasing tips of her fingers but never dare caressing the palm of her hands, Shin Yoon-ah is, in all honesty, deeply discontent. Deeply lonely.

virtues

Thoughtful

Caring

Selfless

Sympathetic

vices

Clingy

Spineless

Shy

Slightly creepy

likes

Animals

Wildlife

Documentaries

Reading

dislikes

Darkness

Complete silence

People crying

Littering

backstory

On February 25th 2001, Shin Yoon-ah was born into a warzone. A place where the earth shook with every step and the walls rattled with every word. Her parents, both big-city lawyers had always been too alike to stomach one another, too intelligent and too proud to admit even their pettiest defeats. The environment was tense. The stakes were high and by the age of 7, Yoon-ah had mastered the art of walking on eggshells. She knew how to steer conversations, avoid any discussion that would brew further resentments (which was a struggle in itself) but most of all, she knew how to make them happy. And sure, it might’ve meant keeping her pains to herself, her rumbling tummies and runny noses quiet, but for the sake of calm- of happiness, she would’ve done just about everything. Though it’s not like her parents hated her or anything, they loved and still love her very much. But every gift, every act of kindness would turn into a challenge, a competition of who could better love their child, of who could be the better parent. And at the end of the day, the mass of their own egos often silenced the voice of their daughter.

Yoon-ah found great solace in books. The stacks of pages upon pages were the only real escape she could afford for much of her youth. At first she didn’t believe in love, even in fiction she’d come to despise it. The behavior of her parents had done well to sour any naive impressions of the L word and whenever she was bestowed a love story, she’d laugh bitterly and say, “That’s not real stupid.” And, as one can only assume, a lot of her classmates rebuked her for it. All except for one. A blinding ray of sunlight, Shin Yoon-ah had met her very first heartbreak in the 7th grade: a short girl by the name of Seo-Joon. At first she didn’t know it was love, couldn’t comprehend that the connection she shared with this Joonie girl (who’d come from an equally harsh environment) was unlike any other. The way they laughed and laid close, sometimes she wonders how she could’ve been so stupid. But it was only in high school, during their third year of their studies when Seo-Joon tearfully proclaimed that she was moving away, did Yoon-ah realize everything all at once, far too slow and far too late. She didn’t smile much after that. The rest of Highschool became a blur.

University began more or less the same, still grief-stricken and lonely, the now hater-of-all-things-love is no more, having been swallowed by a monstrous solitude and an equally monstrous desperation, Yoon-ah is practically begging to be loved. It’s worse that she somehow misses her parents, (whom she’d formerly sought liberation from) sad that she has not even their constant bickering to keep her company, only her studies. Yes of course she excels at school and yes work is hardly any different, but where she is most youthful, Yoon-ah lacks greatly. Her only friend is her bonsai ‘Cherry’ and her love life is… tragic to say the least. But still, she tells her mother different. Still, she, like she had all those years ago, weaves tales to keep herself from going crazy. Pure fantasies that make her life seem less pathetic than it truly is. Fantasies in her head where she has a lovely group of friends, in her head where she’s still with her ex-boyfriend Minho, a popular boy who wants just as much to get rid of her as she wants to love him. It was only a short half of the year but in her head things end differently. In her head she’s different. But reality is cruel and it will come crashing back down when you least expect it and even your mind mind- her mind which has always served as a comfort- cannot deny the truth. The truth that Shin Yoon-ah is a nobody.

love language

Gift giving/Physical affection

MBTI

ISFJ

fun facts

As an environmental science major, Yoon-ah often advocates to save the planet. Even in the cold and even alone.

She works as a research assistant and has a lab coat that she will never not flaunt.

Allergic to tree nuts and deeply troubled by it. Imagine the amount of food she’s missing out on!!

Is an avid gift and snack giver, never likes to see anyone go hungry or have to do without anything important. Gifts don’t always have to be a Prada bag, yknow? Not like she can afford it tho LMAOOOO.

Plant mom, has a bonsai tree named cherry and cares for it as if it’s her baby :3.

Personal space? What's that?

Cigarettes After Sex - Cry (Slowed + Reverb)

coded by Stardust Galaxy

 

[neon reverie]

han euntae

pragma

twenty

male

heterosexual

april 5th

seoul

M&C

height

182 cm

weight

67kgs

hair

black bangs that go between being styled a bit to the side and falling slightly over his eyebrows. his hair always appears a bit ruffled, though certainly doesn't look messy.

eyes

these colours change, depending on the mood, and just because he likes it a bit different. an expressionist through and through; always telling, never hiding. kind gazes and confusing stares. he's only a bit slow...

body type

a tall and lean composition that gets compliments for being just the way it is. perhaps that's why euntae never bothered to join a gym or perform any serious exercise. it also doesn't help that he has a fast metabolism, making it even easier to eat unhealthy while looking fit.

body modifications

ear piercings

faceclaim

heo chan

Just let me buy you love

personality

a man born in wealth and raised on all the riches except love; it is perhaps something of a wonder how open and friendly euntae has turned out to be. charismatic in ways you can't help but tune your ears to that voice smooth and easy, your eyes drawn to smiles charming and positive. you can fall for him, fall for those actions that make your heart flutter a little bit, like finding a large bouqet of flowers on your doorstep, a love poem in your bag or surprise tickets to your favourite band. he is so generous and you love all these gifts, love him. nothing is ever perfect though and the romance that you deemed to be so rich starts to feel emptier and emptier by time.

you are happy with these gifts,, until those material things is all you get from him.

it is until the bouqet of flowers is the only apology after a fight and he acts like nothing has happened afterwards.

it is until the love poem you once deemed so personal, so touching, isn't even written by him but by a paid ghost writer.

it is until the concert is spent alone without him by your side, because the chaos in him won't even let him remember which day it was again.

it is until these frustrations never truly reach him, because how could he ever be wrong in these instances?

and the worst thing of it all? he truly isn't bad or malicious. euntae is the kind of person who hurts without meaning to hurt, sheltered by walls of nurtured ignorance. he just doesn't understand why someone craves for words delicately romantic, for talks that dive deep into the soul. he can't see that love is about so much more than being showered with gifts and grandeur and, heartbreakingly, you doubt that he ever will.

ah, how you didn't expect this kind of ending to your fairytale romance, but you can't delude yourself any longer, even with all the qualities he has. yes, euntae is incredibly kind, charming and generous. yes, he can transport you into a momentary fantasy where all is well and you are one alike to royalty. yes, his carefree smile can carry you through bad bays. but he also can't bother to put energy in things you like, can't grasp concepts that seem so simple to you and can't see anything other than his own believed innocence.

yes, euntae is a good, wealthy person,,

but boy, is he a poor boyfriend.

virtues

charismatic

generous

carefree

friendly

vices

indolent

ignorant

vainglorious

chaotic

likes

high end watches

all u can eat restaurants

traveling

fast cars

chocolate desserts

sleeping

summer

iced coffee

flattery

dislikes

work

obligations

confrontation

early mornings

academic affairs

negativity

heavy parfum

spiders

being treated as someone dumb

backstory

euntae opens his eyes for the first time and catches the face of a tired mother. there is no father to be seen in the private hospital room and the baby boy doesn’t get to see him the weeks after either. it’s two weeks later when they arrive at a grand house, full of opulence but empty of life. it’s also when his mother leaves him in the arms of another, an older woman he will come to know as one of the many nannies, before disappearing behind doors. the infant does not catch much sight of her again, but, being so young and so used to nothing yet, he remains content and hopeful still. everything will befall upon him years later; the significance behind their absences, and the stains it leaves.

it is him who grows up spoiled, receiving everything and anything his greedy, materialistic heart wants. euntae stands under a boundless sky, infinity in the palm of his hand as the gods in the heavens grant him every bejeweled blessing. just a want is enough for that golden shower of presents to rain down upon him. oh how generous they are!! how limitless !! euntae wonders what else he can get ! how about something different for once, like words that are as sweet as honey and as affectionate as a loving heart. it’s just another want, another craving, so the heavens must answer him – must give him what he wants.

but nothing happens,, unless?? after a while, a box appears before him. euntae opens it.

it’s a limited edition car toy.

so, yeah, he doesn’t get to have his parents around like others do, but he does get lots of gifts and lots of money. and that’s totally okay too, because euntae learns three important life fundamentals without them.

learns just what this wealth can be.

fundamental one seeps into the mind at age nine. it is all on accident, all because of a prank gone wrong; euntae doesn’t mean for anyone to get hurt but someone does, and the blame is shifted all on him. it leads to a private conversation behind closed doors, one he shouldn’t witness at all but does in secrecy. through a small crack in the door opening, the young boy sees everything that goes on between the two mothers. he catches the fire of one versus the ice of his own, watches how all the vocal fury simmers down into a weighted silence once an envelope is placed on the mahogany table between them. the angered mother leaves the house soon after and any fuss about the accident ceases. people carry on as if nothing happened and it hits him then; that piece of wisdom.

money is forgiveness.

euntae meets the second fundamental just as he enters middle school. just like the first one, it is not sought but rather stumbled upon; he just gifted a few people he’d been hanging out with a new phones that’s it. who knew that doing something like that could gain you so many new friends though? the interest in him peaks in the following weeks and this boy, so starved of attention, devours it all like gluttony himself. suddenly, his popularity m knows no end; an abundance of greetings await him every time he enters school and more and more social invitations find him. no longer is euntae rich in just money and possessions, he’s now rich in friends too !! and he knows, without doubt, what this means.

money is friendship.

the last one comes in a face of pretty smiles and deep blushes. euntae always liked how her eyes widen whenever he surprises her with a gift, may it be a large bouquet of flowers or a white box of chocolate confectionery. the immediate gushing of excitement makes his heart swell and he sure doesn’t complain about the sequence of kisses he gets afterwards either. he especially likes that day though, revels still in the way she reacted upon seeing that rose gold cartier bracelet from the latest love collection. there was no immediate delight, moreso a silence that stretched on and on. at the time, euntae feared if he had done something wrong; he knew how important a 100 day anniversay was, but maybe he went a little too overboard with the gift? the panic rises especially when glassy tears start to appear in those eyes, and he almost retracts the gift before being pulled in perhaps the tightest hug experienced yet. he doesn’t miss those words either, soft and yet so full of emotion.

“ i love you…”

ah yes…

indeed it is like that.

money is love.

love language

gifts

MBTI

ESTP

fun facts

>> has pollen allergies

>> can and will eat desserts till feeling sick in the stomach

>> can't function in mornings until there is coffee in his system

>> has a designated nap time in the afternoon

>> if you want him to be on time, tell him to be there 30 minutes in advance

>> is actually fluent in english and chinese

Movie - BTOB

coded by Stardust Galaxy

 

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basic info

backstory

extra

Nam U-Jin

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• PROFILE

  FULL NAME

  Nam, U-Jin

  AGE

  Twenty

  GENDER

  Male

  Sexuality

  Pansexual

  BIRTHDAY

  March 1st^th

  P.O.B.

  Sokcho-si, South Korea

  DEGREE

  Sports Sciences

  ROLE

  Mania

  
  Chincha, you’re really missing the point. I am a son of a bitch, but I’m not that mean. I break it to them easier by dotting cute hearts in my text.
  I loved you too a month ago. But, now I don’t. ♡♡
  

  APPEARANCE

  BASICS

  HEIGHT

  5’11” | 181 cm

  WEIGHT

  147.7lbs | 67kg

  BLOOD TYPE

  B+

  HAIR COLOR

  "Man's on a holiday" type of ruffled black.

  EYE COLOR

  A one class wonder brown, coy and hot-shot

  BODY TYPE

  hyperactive muscles passively hidden under moon-squeezed-like-a-lemon skin. Visibly stands in a stance of urgency like someone who'd murder a cup of tea rather than drink it: mother's charms.

  BODY MODIFICATIONS

  A colored depiction of a Macaw on his calf

  FACECLAIM

  Choi Hyun Wook

  MISCELLANEOUS

  Exemplifying athletic brands and obliterating the partiality to bright colors by choosing to don them on by choice: that is Nam U-Jin. Holding a soccer ball hostage to his cleats, you’ll find Nam U-Jin’s ritzy shadow lapping over the rangy grass. His body was made for the flamboyance of volatile speed and twists. Insured by long, ropy legs with powerful hinds and joint-lock quadriceps, nothing can stop player jersey #7 and womanizer #1. Separate is his ordinary face, which is hard to take to remembrance if it weren’t for the exotic unrestraint over his expressions.

  PERSONALITY

  If there was an Olympics for love making I would get a 10 from South Korea. The line worked for Harry to Sally. Why wouldn't it work for me? It's what I told her to get her to sleep with me. Did it work? That is a different story.

  
  The nostalgia of early 2000s July. U-Jin is that feeling. It's true; he delivers his entrances like unforeseen thunderstorms, throwing words that are sticky-sweet like aquaholic rain, and moving his larynx in consonants like the noisy cicadas perched on the twiggy barks. The night will ebb to day in circularity. He's no Icarus, but the first thing U-Jin has done for the past seventeen years is stare at the sun without lowering his eyelids. The sun will chew and swallow the Earth. What does it mean to compete with glory? Somewhere within him crackles the coal of late-night teriyaki barbeque; he often cannot distinguish the intentions of people between the smoke and the roasting flavors of the meat. Distrust. A lack of faith. Man is indeed an animal. He acknowledges that about himself. Nature is green. Have you strolled on untamed and uncropped grass? It's itchy. Greedy. It is uneven and unleveled like the distance between expectations and dreams. To survive in this type of world, he keeps his acts of kindness minimal like the dying and disappearing blinkers of firefly tails. Acts are not talk. He's still an extrovert. Come again? Of course, it's all about the adventure, the get-togethers, and the picnics done on paper-thin plates. Prop yourself on deck chairs dear politicians and leave room for someone who can hand out untrue promises in a believable and natural method.
  
  Oh, but to love July alone. That'll bring you to memories of wasp stings and cut-off kites. July has always been about getaways and vacations. Who is escaping the fantasy of this life though? His lover or himself?
  
  Virtues: Ambitious, Courageous, Tolerant, Innate Leadership, Sociable, Modern
  Vices: Amatory, Clownish, Bellicose, Reacts poorly to Criticism, Conceited
  
• BACKSTORY

  I like giving the kiss or kill obsession.

  
  (Informal and unprofessional for the most part, but due to the specific narrative chosen! )
  
  I'll tell you my story.
  
  Me. U-Jin Nam. It's better to hear it from me than anyone.
  
  I'm not sure why they married. I've seen the old photographs. They bleed ink of a countryside church, one docked near the plastic gray-green water. She stood unnaturally in a Casablanca white dress like someone waiting for a taxi on a highway, eyes so bored that any second she'd cry from it. It was ironic that the loving bridegroom never poured his eyes onto the bride. Not one shot.
  
  At times, it led me to wonder why she carried me in her stomach for nine months or why she picked me over her cigarettes and her single and the only bottle of 1950s Pil Roger champagne she owned and prized. But, I can guess. Everyone assumed that you were a healthy and loving couple if you had a goddamn baby.
  
  I grew up in Abai village. It was a few kilometers of land bordering water. The old generation of locals here hunched over by the time my parents had me. The old was becoming new. Some washed-out houses stayed. Seafood stalls and cafes wedged in between scraps of blocks. Parking narrowed for motorbikes and bikes. But, one thing didn't change. It was that my parents were still the whores of Sokcho-Si.
  
  My mother was a loose woman who spread her legs to anyone interested. She couldn't afford the fur coats or the silk, but she could afford the sequins and drugstore lipstick. It wasn't leopard or snake print, but fishscale. Still, she took pride in that. Cards from recruitment agencies from her prime continued to collect dust on the shelves.
  
  She went to bars and sat around saying she was a married woman. But, all of it was intentional because there was always a man. There was always someone who happened to get the secret voice-over, someone who leaned over beside her in the whole I-get-the-joke way, asking when he could get laid or when the house was empty.
  
  My father was the same way. He had no morals nor got held back by any responsibilities. When night came, he'd be off. He'd smash a glass if one of his buddies worked him up or if he had no ace in the deck.
  
  It wasn't new for me to find a man staring at the hem of my mom's dress. Neither was it out of investigation when a woman grazed a hand across my father's chest. I caught glimpses of things I didn't want to see or hear unfolding on the living room couch.
  
  You would think there was no attachment between them. What did they need to fight over when they lived so separately? But, once a week it went:
  
  "What in the hell were you doing with her?"
  
  "What's gotten into you?"
  
  Then, one of them drove off in a streetcar that reeked of rubbing leather to make up for some physical gratification and the other scrambled up the stairs with as many alcohol bottles that can curl around their fingers.
  
  And I? I just followed the powerlines and the highway, pebbling a soccer ball to my feet. Who did they think I was? Someone who didn't feel anything? Did they think I just shoved it over my head when I bit into cold, cheap sundae watching them openly flirt and fuck and yell in that house? Did they think that I would just go with it just because I was poor, young, and gullible?
  
  The net contrasted against the dead of the night. Before I knew it, the ball released from my hands falling with the rightful act of gravity. It rolled a few inches before friction hauled it to a dramatic stop.
  
  Swerving a curveball with a thick kick that resounded with the tap of my foot, I watched it make a perfect parabola into the net.
  
  With each new score, each new drill, I remembered getting more destructive. Especially, the older I got. Some nights the posts that were clear blurred into wavering lines. For a long time, I was incapable of understanding the reason behind my flared temper.
  
  I find my answer now that I'm far away from home. I was looking for blame.
  
  It took me everything to get away. I looked at the sun. I drilled those practices. I snatched soccer tournaments and convention flyers off the bulletins with the staples still attached.
  
  I made it to University. But, I also realized through my freshman year that I'm my mother's kin. Maybe I did lose myself there in Abai Village. Maybe I didn't win against the force of struggle in my life.
  
  
  Sometime during the wrinkle of time between fall and winter of freshman year, I did something. I made a bet with my teammates that I was going to get that conservative, little nerd in class to fall in love with me because traditional nerds like her always seemed to pretend to hate someone they wanted. That's right. I put a price on her. 125,545 won.
  
  Money smells. It smells like bad decisions and famine on a dry farm. But, hell. I liked bad decisions. I hated the gall she had, the way she smirked to herself when she spell-checked my papers. I also cursed the torch of glow and glamor she carried as she laughed with the whole lot of wind in her lungs. Excessively offbeat, but still as if her veins ran with a fig of music...
  
  On the first Wednesay of November that year, I stood a chance at fulfilling my bet. We were stuck up in a group project, so I told her to find me at the popcorn chicken joint. From there, I began to play a long game of throw and catch. I threw her reasons to see me and caught her heart in all those miniscule and pearl of instances.
  
  Then, one morning she said it. In the middle of reciting a textbook paragraph in front of the class, she stopped middle ground on what she was addressing. She seethed on her own speed, pivoting behind her shoulder, and pointed at me. Out of her mouth, she suddenly said, "Nam U-Jin, if you'll stop killing your grammar, I'll kiss you."
  
  That was her confession. She once told me that she found it cliche to simply say that you love someone.
  
  In that moment, I thought a scum like me did it.
  
  I wasn't allergic to alcohol. I said that to her that same night I called her over to a club. The big reveal. If I was drunk enough, I could make it clear to myself and others. My teammates were around. I knew scenes like this made her uncomfortable. So, I made it quick. I didn't trod on lies. She slapped me. Taking the strike, I remembered pausing to say, "God, I love this song."
  
  Her expression was like a house afire. Before she could recover, a blazing tear rolled down her cheeks. In the meantime, all I did was sink into a bar stool staring down the bottom of my glass.
  
  The greatest class pupil dropped out of the class.
  
  The next few days, I tried to get a hold of her. I stood out and sat outside her house. I tried to get her friends to let her see me. Nothing worked.
  
  This summer I saw her with another guy. I hear that she's dating him.
  
  She moved on.
  
  So, why is it that I am in control of everything, but the person my heart races for? I date women only to break up with them.
  
  Cause whenever I'm with these other women, it all rushes to me: she always cut her hair with her own scissiors. She didn't afford our dates with dinner or food, but with copies of new books that come in two. Cause, together, we'd sit there sniffing the pages and flipping them. I'd never read, but I had always looked forward to her glare.
  
  Then, the pain settles back in.
  
  How do I get back the girl I loved and hurt?
  
  

  RELATIONSHIPS

  Name#1

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• EXTRAS

  I'm telling you, my number is like winning the lottery.

  Likes

  
  -Soccer
  -Stranger bed talk after a one night stand
  -Pocketing a sea shell everytime he's at the beach
  -Drinking frozen iced Hot 6ix --> will use a can opener and eat the energy drink like water ice
  -Eating Tteokbokki or grilled sweet corn on rainy streets
  -Chapstick & luscious lips
  -Whistling
  -Having a lot of keychains from different places on his motorbike key
  -Boating, but only if he's steering
  -The satisfaction of clapping a mosquito between his hands
  -The idea of reincarnation (tells everyone he's going to be a Macaw in his next life)
  - Making deals while playing pool
  -Doing cheesy and terrible magician tricks
  

  Dislikes

  
  -Good girls/boys (reminds him too much of core memories --> will bother you in spite)
  -Nagging
  -A GPS system (doesn't like being told what to do or where to go even in the helpful way )
  -Losing
  -Screaming kids at parks (if only he could drop-kick them)
  -Dressing up just for class
  -Anything floral (kills his vibe)
  -People on their phones all the time
  -Paper cuts (will wrestle and blame paper)
  

  Love Language

  Physical touch.

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문이랑

love, the amorist

full name

Aileen Moon

kor. name

Moon Yirang 문이랑

alias

the amorist (colloquially, aris 아리스)

gender

cis fem (she/her)

age

twenty

d.o.b.

25 November

p.o.b.

Lancaster, California, USA

hometown

Piscataway, New Jersey, USA

sexuality

unlabeled; likely on the grey-ace spectrum

major

chemistry (concentration in organic chemistry)

minor

psychology and statistics

year

third

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  mesomorph and at a solidly healthy weight

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  three lobe piercings on each ear, with a helix piercing on just her right ear as well

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Outwardly, Yirang is a pleasant person to be around. Easy-going, a good conversationalist, and with a somewhat carefree, lackadaisical presence, Yirang gives off the impression of someone who doesn't think too heavily about things and simply lives life on a whim. And in many aspects, her demeanor reflects her internal psyche. Yirang lives not to satisfy others, but to entertain herself. She sees life as not a high-stakes battlefield where every decision has to be carefully deliberated, but rather a game to be played and a show to be speculated on. And life really is the greatest show, when you're perceptive enough to see those little cues that reveal so much more underneath.
  
  Thus is the reason for Yirang's beloved love blog, The Amorist. At the risk of sounding shallow, there's just so much drama in love -- and feelings always do make the stakes so much higher. Why look to fictional romance novels and TV dramas when the real show's right in front of your eyes?
  
  Yet for someone who is supposedly so well-versed in reporting about love, Yirang doesn't really care for it herself. She's neither embittered towards it, nor does she romanticize it. On a personal level, love has never really evoked much interest in her; Yirang remembers having a few fleeting crushes that were so insignificant that she could probably have snuffed them out whenever she wanted. Simply, Yirang's heart holds very little sway over her mind, and she exists with an emotional apathy that feels more empty than cold.
  
  At its worst, Yirang's weak degree of sympathy can easily manifest into indifferent cruelty. She's never one to start conflict just for the sake of it, and usually tries to form a friendly basis for anyone she connects with. However, if she's disrespected or disregarded for a single moment, all bets are off; Yirang switches gears to retaliatory mindset and rises to the challenge, having no patience to be sympathetic. For those she trusted as friends, she lashes out with a blasé cruelty before shutting them out and moving on, as if they never existed in the first place.
  
  And oftentimes, Yirang understands that what she does is a little harsh. She thinks she understands a lot of things. But at some point, it's just not worth caring about.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  easy-going, straightforward, rational, perceptive, fun-loving, outgoing, inquisitive, flexible, unfazed, unafraid of risk, can be empathetic

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  subways, history, repetitive schedules, museums, arguing, snow, late nights, classic literature, poetry, math classes, flowers, binging movies, sleeping, soups, ballads, waiting, fine dining, the color green
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Born to a physician and an up-and-coming pharmaceutical executive, Aileen Moon was granted a life of easy privilege. Firmly in the upper middle class, Aileen never had to worry about neither necessity nor pleasure by virtue of her parents' long hours at work. She was their first and only child, and was given a life full of international vacations, expensive summer camps, and extensive lessons in any subject. In return, Aileen was expected to walk on her parents' definition of the straight and narrow: study hard, have an extensive extracurricular resume, major in STEM, and finally, make a lot of money. They were pretty lax standards, to be honest. Aileen really was lucky.
  
  Childhood was a series of music lessons, taekwondo, art classes, science seminars, a monotonous interchange of school, after-school programs, and late nights at home. When asked about it, Aileen really doesn't remember much from back then; she knows it was a happy time, with a lingering undertone of constant stress. There were unspoken standards that had to be met, but Aileen's parents weren't cruel or neglectful, even if they were occasionally absent because of work. In fact, they were often proud of her, rather than disappointed, no matter how she did.
  
  It's just that back then, everyone was a little stressed, but that was a necessary condition for the boundless fortune of their suburban, upper middle class life. Sarah Kim and Ian Moon had a nice home with a flourishing daughter and many expensive vacations, as long as they worked constantly. Aileen Moon had any opportunity at her fingertips and the love of a nuclear family -- just with the knowledge that she was an only child, and that everything lied on her.
  
  It was a nice problem to have.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  When Aileen was in eighth grade, her parents began sending her to the elite private school in the next town over. The environment was stressful and demanding, and produced consistently high-achieving students that ensured that every one of Aileen's friends was both brighter and more accomplished than her. One of them was named Tova, and she was one of those universal subjects of envy. She was ranked top five in the class, the captain of varsity lacrosse, had some stupid quantum physics internship at fifteen. She was on the student board, a top debater in their nationally-ranked speech and debate team, and she probably started a nonprofit somewhere in between all that. But it was so hard to be mad at her, because she was also genuinely nice, and the kind of friend who slacked off of studying for the final to be with you if you were in a rough spot.
  
  On hindsight, no one could really be that perfect. Guiltily, this revisited realization was always coupled with underlying bitterness.

  tw: self-harm and suicide

  
  

  When Aileen noticed enough to piece together that Tova had been cutting herself, the latter begged her not to say anything. She insisted that yes, she knew it was wrong, yes, she knew she shouldn't be doing it, but it was all she had, okay? And if she didn't have one relief, one way to let the pressure seep out of her body, one day she'd just combust.
  
  Aileen thought about what would happen if Tova's parents found out. They would probably panic and throw away all of Tova's freedoms in a desperate attempt to save her, keep her on a tight leash so she would never do anything bad. They would probably react with good intentions, but Aileen knew she cracked under further restrictions, and that Tova was likely the same. So she agreed to keep quiet -- it was a necessary compromise.
  
  Well, when Tova hanged herself in her bathroom in the middle of January, all of their friends were in tears, numbed with pain and genuine shock. They never noticed anything that could have indicated Tova's desire to end her life -- apparently, Tova was a really good actress. Apparently, Aileen was the only one who could find one crack in her facade.
  
  Aileen was the strong one, the one that never cried. So all of their mutual friends came to her, and asked how she could handle what happened to one of her closest friends. They asked her for advice, begged her to instruct them on how to stop the ground from crumbling beneath their feet. And all of them, every single fucking one of them, had emotional breakdowns to her about guilt -- how they were too shitty of a friend to notice anything, and how they never did anything worthy of all the generosity Tova had offered them.
  
  In their most desperate moments, they screamed at the pillar of Aileen Moon, hapless with grief and not knowing what to do at all. Some of them looked at the very outward strength that caused them to seek her out for help and grew angry at her for it.
  
  Where is your heart, Aileen Moon?
  
  Eventually, Aileen had enough. In the face of a crying friend, she blankly told him that maybe the answer to all his problems was to get over himself and move the fuck on. The next week, that friend had a breakdown in biology, screaming about how he could never get over it, get over how one of their friends killed themselves, get over how Tova died unhappy. That maybe he deserved a similar fate for not doing enough. That he had to face the guilt every day and not know how to respond.

  Aileen said nothing. She started failing out of her classes. She quit all her extracurriculars. Her parents sat down with her, and mercifully transferred her to the local public school, where the world history teacher often skipped his own classes in an alcoholic daze and where half the bathroom stalls had been out of service for the past four years.
  
  What do they know about guilt?
  
  Aileen never cried. She ditched school to drive to Burger King and eat takeout in her car, she drank at midnight when she should have been doing her homework. But she never cried.
  
  She joined her new school newspaper in a half-hearted attempt to do something she enjoyed again. She did her duties as a newly-minted section director in the backs of her honors classes, where there was a persistently faint haze of weed and vodka. From there, Aileen watched. She watched that girl stumble over herself as she talked to her seatmate, who was blissfully unaware that Shy Girl #1 had a big, fat lesbian crush on her. She watched that cliche cheerleader and football player couple have their little spats under their breath, at a volume where the teacher never heard but everyone around them did. From these observations, Aileen started a school blog where she talked about silly love tales, giving her characters funny nicknames and dropping details that only tipped off their true identities to the subjects themselves. After a few months, Aileen started receiving letters, asking her for advice. She responded bluntly, never walking on eggshells; some never heeded her words, but those who did usually had things pan out for them.
  
  Aileen had gotten hilariously obsessed with love and school couples and gossip. Sometimes, she got angry notes that snapped at her for how shallow and vapid she was being, about how she had no right to invade in people's lives like that. Maybe they were a little right. But it was easy to love love like that, easy to indulge in such silly affairs as she ran away from the darkness.
  
  Eventually, Aileen started getting her act together again. She got into a decent college -- maybe not one as illustrious as her parents had hoped for when she was young, but they were still proud. She stopped drinking and stopped binging fast food during the school day. She became that clever chemistry major, who had a nice internship at the school lab and still managed to have fun and have friends. She stopped thinking about what had happened.
  
  And even when everything changed, Aileen Moon still never cried.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  At the end of Aileen's sophomore year, she decided to go to Korea for a year as an exchange student. There, in the midst of a chemistry major and classes in stats and calc and all things STEM, she started a new love blog, one that had grown enormously popular within two weeks of her enrollment. She named it The Amorist. Aileen decided that even though it was likely that she would leave for America after the year was over, she would stamp her influence on the school and leave the Amorist's legacy for years to come.
  
  And what better way to do that than enroll in Love 101?
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  family

  
  

  Yihwan "Ian" Moon (문이환) — father
  Sarang "Sarah" Kim (김사랑) — mother
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fun facts

  
  

  ➥ fluent in (American) English and Korean with conversational Spanish
  ➥ her concentration used to be biochemistry
  ➥ raised Catholic, but is a staunch atheist
  ➥ was a lifestyle section editor/director for her high school newspaper
  ➥ great at cards, but really, really bad at chess
  ➥ was on her private school's varsity softball team (but never auditioned for the sport again)
  ➥ played piano for seven years and violin for three; quit both of them when she was fairly young
  ➥ can't handle caffeine, but likes going to coffee shops (she will always order decaf)
  ➥ but she actually works part-time as a barista

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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